Rust would pick a fight with the sky if he didn't like its shade of blue, but when we finally got him over to the house... this is when that case was hot... poor bastard looked like he was on his way
En Rust s'enganxaria en una picabaralla amb el cel si la tonalitat blava no fos del seu gust, però quan el vam convidar a casa, finalment... quan érem al bell-mig del cas... el pobre malparit semblava que anara camí